Roderic Quinn Poems
|1.||A Grey Day||4/16/2010|
|2.||A Song Of Keats||4/16/2010|
|3.||A Song Of Winds||4/16/2010|
|8.||All Of A Piece||4/16/2010|
|9.||An Empty Room||4/16/2010|
|10.||Arnold Rode Behind||4/16/2010|
|12.||At End Of A Holiday||4/16/2010|
|13.||At Her Door||4/16/2010|
|14.||At The Tide's Will||4/16/2010|
|17.||By Momba Tracks||4/16/2010|
|18.||By The Quay||4/16/2010|
|27.||Just To Drift||4/16/2010|
|30.||Midnight And Moonlight||4/16/2010|
|31.||Noon On The Barrier Ranges||4/16/2010|
|32.||On The Barrier||4/16/2010|
|34.||Romance In The Market Place||4/16/2010|
|37.||Stars In The Sea||1/1/2004|
|38.||Sydney Cove, 1788||4/16/2010|
A Song Of Keats
'TIS a tarnished book and old,
Edges frayed and covers green!
But, between the covers, gold —
Gold and jewels in between.
And this written (see, O see!
How old Time has made it dim)
'For one song Keats gave to me
I kneel down and worship him.'
He who wrote these lines is dust;
All of him is passed away;
Some hand closed his eyes, I trust,
Drew the blind to darken day.
Did lips kiss him at the end,
Love-lips tremulous yet brave?
Had he mistress, child, or friend
To sow green grass upon his grave?
Nay, we know not — it is long
Since he tired of ...
Stars In The Sea
I took a boat on a starry night
and went for a row on the water,
and she danced like a child on a wake of light
and bowed where the ripples caught her.
I vowed, as I rowed on the velvet blue
through the night and the starry spendour
to woo and sue a maiden I know
till she bent to my pleading tender.